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Behind some door, in melancholy thought,
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitiff! pines;
Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth aught,
But to the wind all merriment resigns ;
And deems it thame, if he to peace inclines ;
And many a sullen look afcance is fent,
Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ;
And still the more to pleasure him she's bent,
The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past relent.
Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be!
But if that pride it be, which thus inspires,
Beware, ye dames, with nice discernment see,
Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires :
Ah! better far than all the muses' lyres,
All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat ;
The firm fixt breast which fit and right requires,
Like Vernon's patriot foul; more juftly great
Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry false deceit.
Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear !
Ev'n now sagacious foresight points to show
A little bench of heedless bishops here,
And there a chancellour in embryo,
Or bard sublime, if bard may e'er be fo,
As Milton, SHAKESPEAR, names that ne'er shalldye!
Tho' now he crawl along the ground so low,
Nor weeting how the muse Mou'd foar on high, ,
Wisheth, poor starv'ling elf ! his paper-kite may fly.
And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the design,
Low lays the house which that of cards doth build,
Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline,
And many an epic to his rage shall yield;
And many a poet quit th’ Aonian field ;
And, four'd by age, profound he thall appear,
As he who now with 'sdainful fury thrillid
Surveys mine work ; and levels many a sneer,
And furls his wrinkly front, and cries,“What stuff is here?"
But now Dan PHOEBUS gains the middle skie,
And liberty unbars her prison-door ;
And like a rushing torrent out they Ay,
And now the grassy cirque han cover'd o'er
With boilt'rous revel-rout and wild uproar ;
A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,
Heav'n fhield their short-liv'd pastimes, I implore !
For well may freedom, erst so dearly won,
Appear to British elf more gladsome than the sun.
Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade;
And chase gay flies, and cull the fairest flow'rs
For when my bones in grass-green sods are laid ;
For never may ye taste more careless hours
In knightly castles, or in ladies bow'rs.
O vain to seek delight in earthly thing!
But most in courts where proud ambition tow'rs ;
Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can spring
Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king.
See in each fprite fome various bent appear!
Thefe rudely carol moft incondite lay;
Those faunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer
Salute the stranger palling on his way ;
So builden fragile tenements of clay ;
Some to the standing lake their courses bend,
With pebbles smooth at duck and drake to play ;
Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,
In pastry kings and queens th'allotted mite to spend.
Here, as each season yields a different store,
Each season's stores in order ranged been ;
Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er,
Galling full fore th' unmoney'd wight, are seen ;
And goose-b'rie clad in liv'ry red or green;
And here of lovely dye, the cath'rine pear,
Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice, I ween:
O may no wight e'er pennyless come there,
Left smit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care!
See! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound,
With thread fo white in tempting posies ty'd,
Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances round,
With pamper'd look draw little eyes afide;
And must be bought, tho' penury betide.
The plumb all azure and the nut all brown,
And here each season, do those cakes abide,
Whose honour'd names th'inventive city own, Rend'ring thro' Britain's ille Salopia's praises knowa. * SHREWSBURY cakes,
Admir'd SALOPIA! that with venial pride
Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave,
Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try'd,
Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave :
Ah! midst the rest, may Aowers adorn his grave,
Whose art did first these dulcet cates display!
A motive fair to learning's imps he gave,
Who chearless o'er her darkling region fray ; 'Till reason's morn arise, and light them on their way,
A Prefatory essay on elegy.
Page 15 ELEGY I. He arrives at his retirement in the country, and takes occafron to expatiate in praise of fimplicity. To a friend. 29
E L E G Y II. On pofthumous reputation. To a friend.
31 E L E.G Y III. On the untimely death of a certain learned acquaintance. 33
E L E G Y IV. Ophelia's urn. To Mr. G.
E L E G Y V. He compares the turbulence of love with the tranquillity of friendship. To Melisa bis friend.
E L E G Y VI. To a lady on the language of birds.
39 E LEG Y VII. He describes his vision to an acquaintance.
E L E G Y. VIII. He describes his early love of poetry, and its consequences. To Mr. G
45 E L EGY IX. He describes his distinterestedness to a friend,
47 E LE G Y X. To fortune, suggesting his motive for repining at ber dispersations.